It wasn’t that Toby didn’t love Juno. Hell, everyone knew that he did—big time. He loved her so much, in fact, that he even dressed like her! Yet there was always that one lingering matter, the one that—no matter how hard he tried to overlook it—kept cropping up, whether it was at restaurants, when shopping, or at amateur sporting events. It even creeped its way into their bedroom.
Despite his love for her, and their matching wardrobes, Toby Ambrose Godspeed simply could not overlook the disturbing fact that he was living with an 11-foot tall woman.
Despite Peggy’s assertions, Barbara knew exactly what she was doing. With paper plate in hand, she sauntered over to Carl, who was doing a lousy job of pretending not to notice.
“I sure could go for a hot, juicy hunk of meat right about now,” she purred.
Suddenly Carl stopped flipping. Scanning Barbara’s ample gifts from lovely bottom to wondrous top, his eyes finally met hers. His lips parted slowly as a bead of sweat dripped
from his brow, and as the faintest of smiles creased the corners of his mouth he whispered,
“That’s what she said.”
Ok, so maybe Jack was faking that tooth infection, but you couldn’t blame him, could you? After all, old man Kravitz had kept him burning the midnight oil many a night when he should have been home, tucking the kids into bed.
Anyway, he needed a day off from the rat race, and lord knows the edible lingerie industry could certainly survive one day without the contributions of Jack Farner.
Oscar was beyond tired, and after four hours of rehearsing the showstopping kickline finale in full costume, he would have been happy never to see another satin football outfit for as long as he lived. But opening night was just a day away now, and he knew going in that it would take this level of suffering, of fatigue, of commitment, to finally become a Broadway dancer.